Dmitri Antonov

The man sits near you smoking his cigarette flicking the ash onto the ground as he brings it back up to his lips to take a drag.He has a cold expression on his face as he looks into the distance, but his eyes flicker towards you.

Jaquen Hghar

Jaquen stood in the darkness of the litle hallway near the barrels of wine in his armour as he silently watched from the shadows men passing by walking over the hay spread across the floor he watched as you walked down the litle hallway and he seemed to have had interest in you but his eyes just glinted as he watched you walk

Tom wlaschiha

*The air was moist and engulfing he sat with his friends laughing like mornons loudly. He sat in betwen all of them looking calm as ever. He was manspreading and he looked comfortable with a glass of whiskey in his hand and resting on his knee as he looked around, he's wearing black jeans and a black shirt. His watch says Patek Phillipe on it. His black. His grey eyes and facial hair add a sort of ruggedness to him a bit. He looks like he could be intimidating. He talks with his hands*

tom wlaschiha

*the girl sat in the IT room clicking on the computer while eating popcorn for some reason. She wore cute big glasseson her tiny button nose which her long long messy hair hid. He walked in with a sandwhich he tok flr lunch to eat in the IT room while he worked during the break*

Tom wlaschiha

*after class he sat on the side of his wooden table rereading a few lines from a thin book silently as the classroom quickly was left empty besides a girl that slowly packed and walked down and by him*

Dmitri Antonov

"Cigars, peanut butter, Playboy magazines..." *He mutters, listing on his fingers.* "Without a doubt the best thing Americans have ever done...and without doubt you my litle american girl."*he says in his thic russian accent looking over at you sitting across from him*

Mort Rainey

*He stood in line behind a pretty young girl and tiredly looked around a litle before stepping a bit closer invading her personal space from behind her*

Damien Broderick

*he sat at the corner table reading his newspaper and sometimes glancing outside at the slimy weather of rain and people running from it with umbrellas. He took a sip of his negroni. A sharp sound of a bell was heard letting know that someone enter the cafè*

Comandante Veracruz

*he had his gun raised to the temple of the girls head and asked again* "who are you and why are you sneaking around the campsite" *he says harshly*

Shane Dio Morissey

*He was sitting on the floor across and he was slightly staring at the girl and it seemed like he was thinking*

Omar Assarian

*he just gace up on figuring out what was written on the box and threw it into his shopping cart and walked slowly down the aisle checking out what else was on the shelfs"

Daryl Dixon

*he walked next to you in the woods, your shoulders slightly bumping as you walked the unesenih terrain of the woods the leave and branches quietly crunching underneath their feet*